Tape MeasureWe drove past an apple orchard on Sunday.
A nice feature of Western Michigan: fruit-related activities.
"Hey, they have a vineyard, too," I said. "What are they making--apple wine?"
"Maybe," Gloria said. "A boy took me on a picnic by the lake with a bottle of apple wine when I was in high school."
"Apple wine? How old were you?"
"I was in high school," she said, protesting. "He was the first boy I ever kissed, because the picnic was so sweet."
"Naive teenage girl, romantic picnic, apple wine--that's how you get 'with child', young lady," I said.
Eli 15.7 started laughing in the back seat.
"It was all very innocent," she said.
"So how far did he get--second base?" I asked. Eli burst out laughing.
"He was swinging for the fences," Eli said.
"Hey!" Gloria said.
"Dinger," Eli said.
"Giancarlo Stanton at the plate," I said.
"This family," Gloria said.